Hard 2 Get (feat. Kiko 860, Vent & 'Royelt)

Life been getting crazy for CNCT lately man What Kiko talking bout? You know when he get in his bag, he take that shit over Kiko what she said? You playing hard to get, you are But can you do a favor for me? Tell me what it is, what it is, That you bring to the table for me? You playing hard to get, you are But can you do a favor for me? Tell me what it is, what it is, That you bring to the table for me? You perfect every angle Love your body baby girl you're like an angel, oh yea Having trouble trynna tame ya Paint this picture for you I been trynna frame ya, frame ya Body shaking, can I blame ya? Take your heart until it's stable Squirting baby oil, fucking on the kitchen table You rock my jersey, they been asking who you play for? Who you play for? CNCT baby You playing hard to get, you are But can you do a favor for me? Tell me what it is, what it is, That you bring to the table for me? You playing hard to get, you are But can you do a favor for me? Tell me what it is, what it is, That you bring to the table for me? Look, Ain't no more schemin', no more lessons baby And I can't lie that shit impressive baby But on the real, ain't no contesting baby Your phone was ringing on the dresser baby Shit, if I was him that shit would drive me crazy Look Got this submissive chick Itching for a bridal path Smooth with rock, she saw how I handled it on Collins Ave Kickin' shit like Tony Hawk in '08 Flipping work, never been a fan of hogging the weight I'm trynna go now I'm up at the Woo, feeling profound If they fucking with my sound, sooner or later, I'm finna drown It's Big Vent Upper body tight, I walk with intent Best believe I talk strong, when there's money to spend for real Niggas move devious when they after the throne Filled with supreme hate, typing, you know critiquing at home While your novia in mi casa taking shots to the dome But I only spark the gas up if her ass is tone It's Vent Where that shit come from? You know I had to talk my shit gang Shit, you felt that Lee? Yo Lee? You felt that? Yo? Okay.. Aye, Look, I'm not adjacent with niggas that sit and stay complacent I'm hypotenuse Reminisce about you when I sip the juice Keep the weed and papers in my bubble goose Scratch that I'm the opposite Shoot my shot, young Peja Stojakovic Get confused in my thoughts By all the things that I want and all the things I desire Niggas sing like a choir, go for the kill Michael Myers Like will I really retire, yea Know if I got her off the first encounter This is happy hour Two twins with me rolling like the city towers Delemar suites on occasion, Creed is the fragrance Sometimes I think bout how shit would be if niggas was famous This shit is easy, run this shit with my shoes off A run that's too crazy, shit I'm hot I can't cool off If this world was mine, feeling like Luther Vandross Uh uh uh, f*ck em If you ain't know, now you know, it's CNCT.